Alex:
And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that
I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with
the old in-out, real savage.
Alex: It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed
now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the
Ludwig Von.
Alex: Hi, hi, hi, Mr. Deltoid!
[Listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony] Alex: Oh bliss!
Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity
made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal
or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all
nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!
Alex: Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in my
gulliver so I had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave
orders for awakening.
Alex: Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To
what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
Minister: As I was saying, Alex, you can be instrumental
in changing the public verdict. Do you understand, Alex?
Have I made myself clear? Alex: As an unmuddied lake, Fred.
As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely
on me, Fred.
Alex: Initiative comes to thems that wait.
Alex: What we were after now was the old surprise visit.
That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of
the old ultraviolence.
Alex: We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed,
it being a night of no small expenditure.
Alex: Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well.
Alex: There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that
is Pete, Georgie and Dim. And we sat in the Korova Milkbar,
trying to make up our razudoks what to do with the evening.
The Korova Milkbar sold milk-plus; milk plus vellocet or
synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking.
This would sharpen you up and get you ready for a bit of
the old ultra-violence.
Alex: There was nothing I hated more than to see a filthy
old drunkie, a-howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers
and going blurp blurp in between as if it were a filthy
old orchestra in his stinking rotten guts. I could never
stand to see anyone like that, especially when they were
old like this one was.
Alex: Well, well, well! Well if it isn't fat stinking billy
goat Billy Boy in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle
of cheap stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles,
if ya have any yarble, ya eunuch jelly thou!
Alex: What you got back home, little sister, to play your
fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got, say, pitiful, portable
picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear
angels' trumpets and devils' trombones. You are invited!
Alex: So now it was to be Georgie the General, saying what
we should do and what not to do, with Dim as his mindless
grinning bulldog. But then I viddied that thinking is for
the gloopy ones and the oomny ones use, like, inspiration
and what Bog sends. For now it was lovely music that came
to my aid, there was a window open with the stereo on and
I viddied right at once what to do.
[Alex encounters his old friends, who are now police.] Alex
DeLarge: It's impossible! I can't believe it! Georgie: Evidence
of the ol' glassies! Nothing up our sleeves, no magic little
Alex! A job for two who are now of job age! The police!
Alex DeLarge: Hi, hi, hi there! At last we meet. Our brief
govoreet through the letter-hole was not, shall we say,
satisfactory, yes?
Alex DeLarge: Naughty, naughty, naughty! You filthy old
soomka!
Frank Alexander: Food alright? Alex DeLarge: Great sir,
great! Frank Alexander: Try the wine!
Alex DeLarge: The Durango '95 purred away a real horrowshow.
A nice warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts!
P.R. Deltoid: I've just come from the hospital; your victim
has died. Alex DeLarge: You try to frighten me. Admit so,
sir. This is some new form of torture. Say it, Brother Sir.
P.R. Deltoid: It'll be your own torture. I hope to God it'll
torture you to madness.
Alex DeLarge: No time for the old in-out, love, I've just
come to read the meter.
Alex DeLarge: It's funny how the colors of the real world
only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.
Tramp: Go on, do me in, you bastard cowards! I don't want
to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this one! Alex:
Oh? And what's so stinking about it?
